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3.23.2014

When we first moved in this building, it was the quiet building in the complex. Now, not so much. The people above us seem to regularly bounce bowling balls. Seriously, our ceiling visible dips at times and the ceiling fan shakes.

With us on the ground floor are at least two apartments full of people who cannot close a door without slamming it.

We have random tree puncher dude.

No one but us picks up after our dogs.

The genius teenager in front of us likes to hang out with his friends in the breezeway under the stairs to smoke pot. I wouldn't care except smoking ANYTHING in the breezeway is awful. And the kid totally fails at looking innocent. Eventually I will be irritated enough to just tell them. "Look, dude-bro, I can totally tell you're trying and failing to hide a joint over there. I don't care but please go somewhere else. And try to be less of a dipshit."

I want a cabin. With distant neighbors.

Until then, I am grumpy and wish to smite things ala Narmer. I need a volunteer to carry my sandals though. Thus the title of this post. Please submit your applications in the comments.